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The Poetical Works of Walter C. Smith

... Revised by the Author: Coll. ed.
Smith, Walter C. (1824-1908)

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THE BISHOP'S WALK AND THE BISHOP'S TIMES
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RABAN
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NORTH COUNTRY FOLK
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THOUGHTS AND FANCIES FOR SUNDAY EVENINGS
  
[Why should I always pray]
  
[One thing I of the Lord desire—]
  
[Lilies take no care]
  
[Once they sought the Cross of shame]
  
[It is the fashion now for wits to be]
  
[Hark! hark! the joyous lark]
  
[He led me out and in]
  
[Oh to be like my Lord! Yet must I be]
  
[Be still, and know He doeth all things well]
  
[Abba, Father! O to think that I]
  
[O barren fruitless years]
  
[Oft, Lord, I weary in Thy work]
  
[Lo! this our marching order still]
  
[The Master comes, and calls for thee]
  
[There where the hosts of darkness lie]
  
[Light the lamp that burneth cheery]
  
[Looking unto Jesus]
  
[Ah! you bring money in your hand]
  
[Learn, O my soul, to use]
  
[One writ a plea for Faith, and put]
  
[Sometimes my heart with hope is filled]
  
[Alone, to face the Powers of darkness here]
  
[Bright and glad the time has been]
  
[Were there no oxen feeding in the stall]
  
[Jesus, in the deep, dark night]
  
[Whatsoe'er I be or do]
  
[Not to be served, O Lord, but to serve man]
  
[Laying the foundations]
  
[I have heard a cry of wailing]
  
[What shall I do for all the grace and truth]
  
[All the springs of God are found]
  
[If I had got the cup]
  
[He had not gone to ply the net]
  
[What am I that there should be]
  
[Gird your loins about with truth]
  
[When I forget Thee, like a sun-parched land]
  
[Bind on me, Lord, the new law given]
  
[O heart, my heart, that burdened art and breaking]
  
[Lord, there is nothing I can give]
  
[He spake without one shade of guilt or blame]
  
[Oh we boast us of our law]
  
[Ah me! the secret sin]
  
[Not one regretful look behind]
  
[Higher still, and higher!]
  
[Dear to me the Church of Christ]
  
[Hast thou wandered far, my child?]
  
[Thy Kingdom come—the reign of truth and right]
  
[Waiting for the day to dawn]
  
[Bid me not look in heaven for only rest]
  
[Oh, are they near to us or far away?]
  
[O'er land and sea love follows with fond prayers]
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A HERETIC AND OTHER POEMS
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BALLADS FROM SCOTTISH HISTORY
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FUGITIVE PIECES

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Left alone, ere long, she went
Softly to her instrument,
Touched a chord or two, and then
Deftly warbled forth a strain,
Not without its shade of pain.
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